Life is one, yet we are connected with so many people. I too have #SiblingStories and I am eager to share….and Yes, I got a chance to share.
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We are 3 siblings. I am the youngest and pampered one born on Valentine Day 14th Feb, J moody at times, childlike at heart.
My Great Brother
I am blessed to have an elder brother who pamper me like a kid. He has always been naughty among all three of us. Our parents gave us great values that have nurture us not only as a person but overall as a good human being. Thanks to them for their love and unconditional support.
Among all three, I have always been a pampered child. I was young in the family so everyone used to listen to my wishes. I used to have pillow fights with my brother, He used to pull my hair and run away. Then I used to cry louder and seek everyone’s sympathy.
And then do I need to tell you?
Hahaha. My mummy used to do what… Brother Ki pitai. To honi he thi…
Kabhi Chappal, Kabhi Belan …
My parents used to scold him and ask him — is it a way to treat a younger sister and I used to feel aahhhhh. And wow… “Fir Kya” bas patch up. Happy ending with gifts and chocolate J
I remember when I had my school board exams, my brother used to drop me at board examination centre and he used to wait for full 3 hours till my exam gets over. That time it was a normal thing for me. But now when I think, I feel happy and blessed to be loved by all. That is all about #siblinglove
My Elder Sister
I have an elder sister too who is more like a mom to me, then a sister. She used to live with my granny (nani) more often and visits during weekends. So when she used to visit us, she was given a special treatment. My mother used to make special dishes.
She has always been responsible and favorite of all. Very respectful, sincere, caring loving and affectionate. In brief, I have inherited from my sis being a social and well-mannered child.
I am blessed to have a sister like her. There were times when I used to feel little annoyed with her over my mom’s inclination towards her. Because she is very understanding, so obviously, mom’s favorite. But over a period of time, I began to realise that there is nothing wrong in it. Parents love all their children alike.
Parents love is unconditional. They never demand anything from us in return.
I remember I was in class VII preparing for my history paper. I was so nervous that I fell ill. I was confused about a few chapters. My sister had helped me at that time. She explained each and every line of the chapter. That made me so confident that I never felt nervous again. I learned the technique of learning.
From that day onwards, I clearly understood that mugging up things won’t help me in the longer run. It’s better to understand the concept and then write on it…it was her guidance that proved helpful in my life.
It’s all about sibling love and the bonding that we 3 share. It’s so beautiful to do write up on this topic that I am feeling short of words. Sibling love is beautiful. Lots of fights, tears of joy, ocean of emotions and happy endings. All that matters when comes to #SiblingStories #SiblingTalk #Siblinglove.
Pooja Budhiraja, a working mom, a blogger, social media influencer and a homemaker. I believe one should follow his/her dreams religiously and never say No before trying. Life is about Khatta-Meetha experiences and through this post I would like to bring back a few bits of lost innocence.
Been proactive on social media and included in
many groups within social media acquaints me with the issues faced by the
people. Relationship management is not an easy task and it requires patience
and perseverance. We need to remember
that the relationships are like the sacred thread which needs the care to be
handled and maintained. Too much of expectations and alterations might affect
and the thread can be snapped. Once snapped, it is not possible to come back
into original shape, how hard you try. A knot will always be there and it
suffocates the relationship.
Doha of Rahim is apt to understand the essence of a relationship.
If we remember the words of Rahim, we can be true in maintaining long-term
Today, in one of the groups, hot discussion of the day was,
to handle Relatives & Friends who sprawl or sit on the sofa with feet up,
Should they be asked to sit properly or ignored?”
The answers thronged the platform and maximum were of the view that they should ask their relatives and friends to sit in a proper way. If it sounds rude, they did not feel to be bothered and negligible were of the opinion, “अतिथिदेवोभव“ and we should refrain from being rude and offensive.
I too plunged in the discussion with my own opinion.
I hold the view that the relatives and friends that visit our place are because they nurture love and care for us and we should respect them.
In today’s scenario, people lazily sprawl on sofas while watching TV or time spent with family. When you yourself do the same then you don’t feel the need to be questioned then how come, you feel like asking family members and guests to avoid.
Further, people love to be in the comfort zone and because they feel at home at your place so they tend to get informal on their visit.
It is better to refrain from asking friends and relatives to be formal and not to sit with feet up or lying on the sofa. It will hurt the sentiments. Why be so concerned about the things that are perishable? It is far better to save the relationships because the relationships are delicate and fragile and need lots of care to flourish. The things damaged can be amended or replaced but a relationship cannot.
People don’t remember us through our articles and commodities, we are remembered for our good and bad deeds.
My sincere advice was that overlook these petty things and rise above these materialistic things to maintain the sanctity of our relationships.
Moreover, if your conscience does not allow to accept the informal behavior of the people, who visit you, then there are a few ways that you can adhere to and maintain silence.
Change your habit and keep the rules uniform for the insiders as well as the outsiders
Don’t allow anybody to break the rules
It is better not to restrict, instead use sofa covers that can be frequently washed or sprawl cotton thin comforters on the sitting arrangements. Wash them weekly.
People loved my idea and I too follow the same at my place. I don’t pinpoint if visitors, friends, and families live informal at my place because I believe that the relationships are above these petty things and why to mar relationships.
I am a firm believer of Rahim Doha and I support it heartily.
Readers, share in your views. Honest views will be appreciated.
Disclaimer: The post is written solely on my experience with the open discussions in various forums. I don’t hold any grudge against someone nor I want to offend someone. I believe in healthy open discussions and I don’t get offended, rather I believe that the open interaction helps us to know many new things to learn and improve.
The newspapers, social media and TV news is flooded
with the nuisances, such as murders, killing, rapes, eve teasing, molesting,
kidnapping, cheating etc. All evils are reported and we take for granted that
Humanity has disappeared from our Planet.
When I gave some time and explored on other
aspects, I concluded that the news of rogues are reported. The positive news
aren’t explored and reported because media don’t feel like reporting nor we
people ever discuss.
If a murder takes place, it goes around and the
news is on the tip of the tongue and spicy stories are embedded along as it
moves from place to place.
If some acts of goodness are done, they aren’t
even discussed in community gossips or in personal conversation because people
don’t pay heed to it.
“Mr. X ka beta is grounded for taking bribe” is
the hot topic of discussion.
“Mr. Y has helped his maid with a good sum in her
daughter’s marriage” don’t do rounds, rather the news is nipped with a grumpy
comment, “Unke paas hai to diya, kya bada kaam kiya.”
In a population of billions and billions, the
level of crime, torture, murder, rape is quite low and good deeds do exist on
I am not against evil reporting but my wish is
that we should include positive and inspirational reporting too so that the
faith of people don’t wear and tear. People don’t get filled up with negativity.
The positive news will have positive signs on people and people will try to
compete with goodness, doing rounds of goodness by extending help to needy,
stand for disable, speak out for the downtrodden and exploited and on more and
more subjects of humanity, positivism and goodness.
I request all to bring a change in reporting style
and state facts to people. Unearth news that shakes the faith and simultaneously
unearth the news that sends the messages of brotherhood and fraternity among
Faith of people will grow in humanity and people
will move towards positive goal been encouraged by positive acts of others.
Hope all who read my post do agree with me and
plan to sign a cause to improve reporting in our country building a positive
Share your views and your comments will show how
many people voice my opinion and agree that HUMANITY IS EXISTENT IN THIS WORLD.
Disclaimer: It is my sole opinion and no biasedness against anyone. I felt like sharing my feelings and my inner voice took form of a post that I penned down.
In tribute to my Granny with whom I shared my teen life and got acquainted with her versatility, wittiness and a big heart to accommodate me with love and care. Last month, she suffered with a stroke and health deterioration was in full swing. The consciousness dissolved and she was hooked to artificial machines to press her heart beat. She was in a bad state of health and I had to act stern and ask for mercy to free the soul from the burdens of diseases and multiple organ failure. Yesterday, She departed forever to rest in peace leaving the memories of togetherness intact.
A week before, I along with my friend went to watch Sanju…a biopic of Mr. Sanjay Dutt, directed by Rajkumar Hirani and the role played by Ranbir Kapoor as Sanju.
There are wide difference of opinion regarding the role of Ranbir Kapoor, some agree that he has justified his role as Sanjay Dutt and some are disappointed…divided opinions and it has to be…millions and zillions cannot hold same view…perception of each individual differs.
I have never been a fan of Sanjay Dutt nor have I ever tried to watch his movie on priority…watched if got a chance.
This time, I watched Sanju on preference as I was eager to see his biopic and what was it that had made people crazy for Sanju.
Normally, I prefer weekdays to watch movie and that too noon show is preferred because this time of the day, I am free with all the family and self-obligations and there is less crowd at the venue.
The scorching heat did not deter people and the Cineplex was packed with young brats, hopefully many had left their classes and studies to watch the movie.
Been a psychology student, I view and perceive things differently and I did the same with this movie, rather I got a chance to prove my point through my subject.
I discovered that there are umpteen lessons to be learned from the movie, Sanju. The lessons are for the teenagers, for the parents and the society.
The story of Sanju revolves around the real life of Sanjay Dutt, how he got into the habit of drugs, how the indifferent attitude of parents affected him and how he went deep into the abyss falling into bad company.
Let me start from the angle of Teens.
Teenage is the most vulnerable age in an individual’s life. There are number of changes within, physio and psycho and are the cynosure of socio eyes. The individual in this age is volatile, daring and energetic and weird dreams and desires keeps him occupied. The movie shows how Sanju is allured by the people, who are into drug business. He is a known figure in society and people knows his affluent background. The indulgent in the business introduces him to drugs that starts with fashion, gets into passion and finally, he lands as a drug addict.
It is a lesson for the Teenagers to be away from the strangers or friends, who provoke them to booze, use drugs, smoke cigarettes, or any type of abuse which initially takes them far away from the real world. If ever any teen comes across such people, confide in your parents, guardians, siblings or well-wishers and acquaint them with the incidents that is been confronted by you. They can take the stock of the situation and can weigh all the pros and cons and tell you the veracity of the incident.
Teenage is the age, where you cannot trust yourself and then how you can trust the world…you need a guide, a mentor to pass through this phase.
Next comes the Parents.
Paresh Rawal has enacted the role of Sunil Dutt and Manisha Koirala is in the role of Nargis. The movie shows that Sanju was emotionally very close to his mother. Father loves him a lot but there is an emotional barricade between them. He does not exhibit his love openly and the son feels that he is been ignored. There is immense pressure on Sanju to perform to carry his father’s legacy in Bollywood. He is perplexed and not able to concentrate on his role. In the meantime, his mother gets diagnosed by cancer and leaves the world forever. Sanju is devastated. His drug addiction leads him to drug rehabilitation centre and it is a tough time for him. He gets weaned out of drugs but has to pay a heavy price for it. When he gets out of drug addiction, he comes into contact of underworld mafias and he gets framed with the charges of a terrorist in the severe bomb attack in Bombay. Arms and ammunition are discovered from his possession and once again, trouble seethes him and his family. In the beginning, father is unable to come to terms with it but the unconditional love for him makes him blind and he wants to wash the charges of a terrorist from his son’s life and for that he is ready to give up his high held principles.
Lesson for a Parent
Never overburden your child with your desires and ambitions. Don’t discourage them or build grudges against them. Exhibit your love and concern openly because your child cannot foresee your wrapped love and emotions. Further, if your child is proven wrong, punish him for wrongdoing so that he understands his mistake. Make your child comfortable in your company so that he can share all that he goes through or want to share. Be friendly with them and discuss everything under the sun. Educate them with right and wrongs of life. Befriend their friend and watch their company, the child is in. Been a parent of a teenager is not easy, you have to walk an extra mile to watch his mood, behaviour, perception and they need to be handled with care. Never ever suggest them to take a wrong path or a short cut to save their skin. Don’t wash their dirty linen in public but confide in them and take required action so that they repent their wrong doing.
It was an emotional moment for the people watching the movie when Sanju read the letter on the demise of his father. The boundaries raised between the relationships held him back to exhibit his concern and love for his father in his lifetime.
A Worthy Friend
The movie Sanju has portrayed the character of a worthy friend Kamli, who stands by Sanju & his family through thick and thin of life. He tries by all means to correct Sanju and shows him the path of righteousness. He is there with Sanju in the days of his addiction and his wrong doings but moves apart when he comes to know that he is framed under the charges of possession of RDX. The trust in Sanju and his family is breached and he cuts off his relation with Sanju, though feelings exist for them. I am not sure whether such character do exist in real Sanjay Dutt’s life but such friend is a possession in one’s life. The reel character is played by Vicky Kaushal. The character of friend Kamli is so positive in the film that the people has fallen in love with the character of Kamli.
When you are stuck on wrong path, it is difficult to return back on right track. However, hard you try to rectify yourself, the media, the society and the onlookers starves you and makes the path all the more difficult. The bad elements poke in their nose so that you don’t return back into the world of consciousness.
This movie is with a strong message for the youngsters and the parents, both should share a strong relationship and confide in each other.
My take: The teens are vulnerable, illogical, blunt and daring, use their burning energies tuning them into positive energy. Let them speak out their thoughts so that you can read their mind and their thoughts they are sailing through.
Since a year, I am engaged with a NGO to help the unprivileged class, who cannot make his living by his own effort because of old age and physical disabilities. Simultaneously, time to time, we visit orphanage to distribute snacks or items that they require periodically.
Our dreams are embedded with our NGO, but it is in an infancy stage and a minuscule number support us in this race.
I dream to walk miles before I sleep.
My observation shook me from within when I first stepped inside the orphanage. There were small children from the tender age of 4 to 18 years.
When they gathered inside the campus to meet us, those innocent eyes that gazed at us were mostly of Girls, only 5 boys were there among the crowd of 50.
The disparity in number of gender triggered queries inside me.
Why the numbers of Girls is so high in orphanage?
A fine reason settled inside me and my conscience supported the reason.
Are these Girls abandoned by the parents?
Are these Girls borne by the Moms out of wedlock or result of outraged modesty of girls?
My inner conscience said yes and my soul was shocked to watch those innocent cute faces. A hollow smile writ large on their faces.
What was the fault of these innocent souls?
Humans are judgmental and they love what they prefer. But, how God can be so cruel with them?
I have seen people asking for children, who aren’t blessed with a child. They are not on the page of choice of gender rather they pray to God to bless with a child. Their only choice is child, Boy or Girl doesn’t matter.
How come God blesses these cursed souls, who don’t have care for a girl child?
I was moved at the sight of those innocent faces of cute girls, each had its own beauty and charm. The life that they are gifted with, has a tag of orphan but my mind dwindled in conflict, “are they really orphan.”
My soul was not ready to accept. A feeling emerged that they are tagged orphans due to the compelled ignorance of their parents and extended family members.
Woman is known for her unconditional love for her child and what are these woman made of who abandoned their new-born at the mercy of none.
Science and technology is advancing each and every moment but still the numbers at orphanage growing and that too of GIRLS….pathetic.
It was a trying moment for me.
I want to do a lot for them to bring happiness in their life but I cannot do for all because of my limitations, personal and financial.
I have vowed to help them periodically by distributing stationary items, clothing, food articles etc.
I along with my accomplice and my children distributed snacks among them.
While leaving, I enquired what they want in my next visit.
Most of them said chocolates and colour pencils.
They bid us goodbye with a Big Thank You note and See You Again.
Hopefully, will visit soon but I pray to God in silence to hold the numbers of Orphans.
Why to bring them in this world to be looked upon as an object of sympathy?
Many questions keep rising in my head shaking my belief on humanity.
I have scribbled my feelings that I encounter with in my solitude. I share the turmoil that churns within me on the subject. No offences to any social or political people.
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When we catch hold of successful people around us, we vouch for the success and feel belittle in front of the roaring successful person.
We envy their style of life and class and we believe that the person enjoying success is bestowed with success or has been born with a silver spoon.
Whilst reaching near to half-century of life and glancing at the lives of many successful person, I concluded Success don’t step easily in one’s life.
It is the fruits of immense labour that one toils through by using his physical means, knowledge power, creativity, mental makeup and control on finances…and Yes…Luck favours, but it is 99% perspiration and 1% luck.
Here, through my experiences with life, I would add that the person toiling hard to achieve his aim and goal needs to be tolerant and patient. There would be days when you would feel bogged down because your plans are not turning into your favour…if you endure your failure, you are bound to succeed.
Further, there would be people around, who won’t be happy to see you toiling hard, they might be your well-wishers and their love and affection for you would weaken them seeing you marching hard…there, you need power to assimilate and carry on your mission.
Simultaneously, you will have hoard of people, who would be ever ready to discourage and disengage you from your goal, setting examples of failures who lost everything in search of success…beware of this fragment…these chunk are the opportunists and they will hover around in both the times…in tough situations and in success stories. Their statement will change as per the circumstances but they will stick with you….here, you need to act as deaf and dumb, listen to them, but fear not, rather take their charges in right spirit and vow to show them how you excel in life.
The existing billionaires of our country was born with a silver spoon but their fore-fathers weren’t. The Tata’s, Birla’s, Ambani’s etc. rose from ground and they put in extra efforts to achieve success. Even their predecessors are lurking in sunshine because they are capacitated with the power of managing an empire.
Mr. AmitabhBachchan, a living legend is regarded a successful person and certainly, he is, but if you flip the pages of his history, he had a tough phase in start of his career in films. In the middle of his successful career, he went into huge debts and tough days and his comeback as a host of KBC, improved his time and stature. Till today, he is shining and basking in glory, because of his continued efforts. Once considered an Angry Young Man, took plunge into advertisement, films, shows or you can say, he is omnipresent and enjoying success. He has a lot of health shortcomings, still his efforts to give his best never ceases.
Last week, I found success story of Choreographer, Saroj Khan and read her biography. I was shocked to know that she was married at the age of 14 to a man, who was 30 years elder to her. A remorse feeling gripped me and I could feel her pain but she did not stop and success knocked her after toiling for so many years. The choreographer, who makes people dance has come through so many hardships.
If you tap in the lives of successful people, you will come to know that the Success that seems to be flourishing is not easy to achieve. It takes time to deliver and immense effort to illustrate.
Now, let me give a live example of a successful person in my life.
My father is a veterinarian by degree, but he never practised because he was not keen into practice. Initially, he took a career of an Associate Professor in Vet. College and after few years, he managed to earn a position in a reputed AH firm in Sales & Marketing. He started from scratch and managed to establish the company with remarkable sales figures and consistent marketing of the products. His hard labour paid and he was promoted to higher position. With higher position, comes politics and he was weak in playing politics because he believed in adage, “Work is Worship.” The political game played by the fleet of people, who believed to achieve success by eavesdropping and my father became a victim of politics. He saw a doom in his career but it was short-lived but it taught him lesson to recognize people. He was offered a respectable position in a semi-govt. organization and was given a task to launch Vet. Division. His prior experience and knowledge helped him to barter success and once again, he was in leading position managing a fleet of people and he was responsible for whole India and Nepal. Many people talked about his success but very few knew how tough the ladder of success was. He started his job faring on a rickshaw and managed to drive car of his choice and dream.
Do get encouraged by the lives of Successful people, but be ready to put in your maximum efforts into it. Prepare yourself to be deaf and dumb for the people, who defy you and welcome suggestions of all.
Success isn’t that Easy as it appears.
“Don’t be afraid to give up the good to go for the great.”
Off & on, my mobile beeped with a message, “Low Space.”
I clicked to delete the files but my fingers did not race much to erase. Gallery was full of images, some captured by me, some transferred by FB messenger, What Sapp images by friends and relatives.
I scrutinized them regularly but could not fathom courage to delete them or transfer in my laptop, I was indecisive.
Same was the condition with my mobile contact list, overloaded with numbers of support staff to friends, friend’s relative, well-wishers, associates and Who not, carpenter, shopwallah, autowallah and all wallah’s who came to my rescue even once in a lifetime.
My both Sim memory was full, phone memory was in suffocation…but I the stubborn, did not dare to delete or share on my Google Drive and the bare excuse, I had that I might need them in urgency.
Regarding images, I had transferred maximum on my laptop, still I kept most of them especially quotes, images of my children and the clicks that I captured of nature. All were close to my heart and I did not want to lose any.
Now, my mobile phone started acting weird just like me. It consumed battery in few hours and in mid-way of my daily shopping or to market, my mobile ran out of battery and went dead.
I make sure that my mobile is in working state when I go for shopping or out of house, so that I can reach my people if required in case of emergency or if I need any assistance of any sort.
I sought advice from few of my close accomplice and they suggested me to format.
One evening, I was sitting idle and that day, I made up my mind to format the phone at any cost so that it breathes easily and don’t go dead even after been charged up to optimum.
I asked one of my subordinate to help me in formatting.
He asked me if I had contact numbers saved in my Gmail account and I nodded in affirmative without paying much heed to what actually he said. The same he asked for other stored details and I said…LET IT GO.
He punched the button to format and till I realized I had not saved all, ALL WAS GONE IN ONE GO.
Now, I started asking figuratively, is this there in the phone or not and he laughed out loud and said that your reaffirmation made me to format without saving.
I was in melancholy for some time and felt sorry for the details that I had lost and was in distress n despair.
Suddenly, realization set in and an inner conscience spoke aloud, “Hey, what are you doing? Moaning at materialistic things. Pause and think, what all you have lost in past and did they stop you from moving forward?”
I accepted that at times, it is better to release the things that we have captivated for long and not able to let it go. All things materialistic or non-materialistic, life or lifeless have a fixed span of life and one day, we have to LET IT GO.
My mobile was not breathing properly because it was bowed down and it called for free space to respond else it would have collapsed one day, earlier than its assumed life span.
Now, I feel, the action taken was Right else I would have never allow to release if it would have been under my control. I was so obsessed.
Now, my mobile is not panting with heavy breaths and is amicable with me.
This LET IT GO practice made me realize that it is not so difficult to part ways but in our thoughts, we are so much screwed up that we don’t dare to take risk of losing.
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As the Father’s Day date was approaching nearer, I was scratching my head for the gift ideas on the eve of Father’s Day.
A novel idea sprung in my head and thought why to always go for materialistic gifts.
Why not surprise him with something special?
The day, a Man becomes father, his way of thinking and doing things undergo major transformation. His priority changes and he feels proud to be gifted with a tag, Father.
His life’s motive becomes to perform better in life to provide all comforts and luxuries to his child and wish to fulfil his unfulfilled aspirations.
He searches for happiness in all the tiny acts of his child and a sweet smile makes him weak at heart.
Throughout life, he craves to see his children flourishing and when they grow up into responsible adult, he is satisfied that his dreams have reaped fruits of his labour.
Now, he is retired, old and gradually becoming fragile in frame and at heart.
What actually, he requires now?
Whole life, he strive for the children happiness and now, it is the turn of the children to reward him with care, attention and affection.
I am doing my part by devoting my time in care of my father, who is suffering from Parkinson. Once a dashing personality has been squeezed into a spoilt brat, who adores attention and requires attention classes from us to play with him, to make him write and indulge in coloring and drawing.
The things that he did for us in our kindergarten days are now been repeated by us for him. He behaves like a child and he needs to be tutored and tamed as a child.
While doing these activities, feeling of nostalgia grips me. The situation is same as it was 45 years before but the roles are reversed. Now, I have taken seat of a father and he has become my child.
When we were kids, we used to wait for him to come back from office and tours and now he desperately waits for his children to come back to his nest and gets anxious as a child.
I feel that the care and attention is the greatest gift that a child can give to his father in his old days, when he is deteriorating with age or disease. At this juncture, materialistic gifts are of no importance but a helping hand boosts his morale and confidence and the tender touch will be the greatest gift and healer for a father.
Luckily, my father is bestowed with sufficient for his needs and even 24 hours caretaker is employed to take care of his chores but without his children care, he will be hurt and unhappy.
I feel proud to say that my father is lucky to have 5 children and all are caring in their own ways and are available for him in his old and degenerating age.
I feel Care is the best gift option that we can provide to our Fathers on the eve of Father’s Day.
Isn’t this an ideal gift for a Father from his Children?
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